Creative Writing: The Beast

He woke up in a cold sweat on the floor of a strange, rusty iron elevator, there were steel barrels, crates, and coils of rope. He felt the elevator stop and he could faintly hear people talking above him. Suddenly, big iron doors above him swung open and he was blinded by the light that came out. “Hey there!” a voice said. “Well you must be confused, let me help clear things up a bit. I’m Ethan, I run things around here”.

“If this doesn’t work, I’m blaming you.”, Zelda whispered as they were doing a dramatic walk towards the flowers.

Johnny, Pamela, and the McAllister brothers came through the roof door a moment later. “You guys too, huh?” Johnny griped as he cupped his hands to light a cigarette.

I hunkered down behind the massive boulder and managed to wedge myself between it and another stone and I kicked out. It didn’t budge. I shoved again, harder, but it wouldn’t give an inch. My only option was to use

The sun held high in the cobalt, no clouds not even a slug of one hung in the sky to befriend the lonesome sun that blazed with life. Every thing was quiet and not in anyway unlike the day before it. Except for the agonizing screaming, that would make a choir cry, coming from the open field. There lay the King of Wolves, Alexander Ashworth , a small group of onlookers had gathered around him. Not one bent down to help.

Different things surprised me about each of the workshops I participated in. I was surprised to learn that each year more than 46,000 people die from a drug overdose, and half of those 46,000 deaths are related to opioid abuse. That is a frightening statistic and gives credibility to calling this drug problem an epidemic. When I attended the workshop presented by Scott Driscoll, the thing that surprised me the most is that on the dating site Yellow, the minimum required age is 13. Why is it set so low? I found this to be quite troublesome.

I knew Esther and I were in the right class when you told about Kallie. I glanced over at my beautiful daughter sitting beside me, she has lived her entire 23 years in chronic pain.....she has cats, they sleep with her, they are her babies, these kitties have brought comfort to her over the years. I see her holding one of them at times with tears in her eyes. I see the comfort they give her. I teared up when you told your story about Kallie and I wondered if Esther was touched. She was.

Once upon a time before the Earth was made, there were two creations called Cloud and Blizzard. Cloud had soft white fur and warm green eyes. Blizzard was also white with grey streaks and blue eyes.

It was 3017, and life has never gotten this difficult. Ever since the Gem was stolen, our Kingdom has fallen apart. The once tall, magnificent redwood trees protecting wildlife and hope now wither, with its discolored, curling leaves piled on the ground surrounding them. The distant sun situates our kingdom in a bath of darkness most of the day. Now, it was my job to save the kingdom. President Huckleberry, leader of the kingdom, selected me to go on an expedition to retrieve the gem. My eyelids began to shut, when a familiar ring then fills my ears.

“Young girls, without their mothers to take care of them, are very apt to into mischief”, said Proserpina’s mother, Ceres, but little did she know she would be correct. Proserpina goes and vistits the sea nymphs, and after she is done visiting she does exactly what her mother feared. Proserpina goes out to the forest to look at the beautiful flowers. One shrub caught her eye, she almost felt tempted to go closer. She pulled at the shrub and a hole began to form and kept “spreading wider and wider, and growing deeper and deeper, until it really seemed to have no bottom: and all the while, there came a rumbling noise out of its depths, louder and louder, and nearer and nearer, and sounding like the tramp of horses’ hoofs and the rattling of wheels.

Two years later, the clan made him a representative to the tribe’s council. He struggled at first, but was able to manage to ask another tribe to send big horns to supplement lack of farming land. Tung’s fame grew and when it came time for the auditions to become the bodyguards of Princess Talitha, The Big Wolf tribe nominated him to be part of the delegation.

James grabbed after her, but she all but melted away down the stairs, running for all she was worth. Which, as it turned out, was quite a bit. Gabby was damaged, and terribly so, but she was desperate to preserve whatever was left of herself. James stepped into the basement, looking at her as she held the bottle. Flashes of memory, a bathroom, a phone, a threat oh so like this. But he had little doubt that this was going to end very differently. He weighed his options. If he let Gabby go, she'd essentially kill them all. he had no doubt what his fate would be. What Callie's fate would be. He wouldn't let it happen. He loved his daughter, but he couldn't let her destroy them. Closing his eyes, feeling tears start to form at what was about to

“Thank you Paxton,” exclaimed the elderly woman Mrs.Hanson. It was a routine Saturday morning and Paxton the paper boy was running his usual route. Paxton has been running this route for 2 years now. Ever since his parents passed it’s been the one thing he looks forward to every weekend. Pax doesn’t usually have much to look forward to because all he does in life is go to high school and sit around home with his godparents. He wasn't a studly boy, small, skinny, with jet black hair and bright blue eyes. His route, as always, ended with Mr.Shaun’s small home at the end of Huckle Road. Paxton always has had to walk up and deliver Mr.S’s paper because he was put in a wheelchair from a car accident a few years back. He noticed that the door was wide open, so he walked right through and felt a strong shove of cool air (personification). There was no Mr.Shaun, but there was a rather strange machine right there in the entry way. It was intriguing and Paxton walked up to it to give it a look. He felt his left leg press up against the machine and heard a clicking sound. He realized he had pushed a small lever and before he knew it, everything was black.

“Need you to come baby. Not going to last, you feel too damn good and it’s been way fucking too long.”

The wilderness had a deafening silence to it, it was a blistering hot day, as James loudly trampled over the freshly fallen, colorful fall leaves, as he bobbed and weaved between the thick towering trees. There was a smoky smell coming from a distance in front of him, it smelt as he remembers it as a kid, it was his favorite smell in the world… the smell of a campfire. He continued his restless running, as whatever was back there, he needs to get away from it. He continued trampling over the leaves until he came to an opening. He burst through the wall of pine tree branches, that cut up his face as he ran through them, as soon as he burst through the branches he tripped over a hollowed out stump. He hit the ground with a booming thud. There was an echo from the raging river that lay in front of him, there was a small pool of calm water about four inches deep and eight inches across. All he could think about is lying down, taking his shoes off,